Carrying out the sentence

"Again, I'm asking you: do you agree to the verdict?"

"No."

"Alright then...not like we need your agreement anyways. I hope we can get through this without hurting you" - she grins derisively - "anywhere else than down there, of course." You are being dragged onto the altar. Your head is affixed to the altar, two girls hold your legs. You are being tied to the altar so you can't move a single inch anymore, lying on your back. You start breathing faster.

"Do you know, how they determined the way that the demasculation was executed in the Chunue War?", Anathea asks you. "They rolled a dice", you press through your lips. "Exactly!", she says and shows you a small red dice. "Want me to play a game? You are getting your chance. If I roll a 1, you are set free. If it's a 2 or 3, your manhood will be stomped; and a 4, 5 or 6 means it is being cut off. I prefer that version: not that much to clean up and I can add the little jewels to our collection. You know", she looks at you strictly, "The collection in the big Library. At the Plaza."

"Alright then! Let's play this game!", she says and she sounds like a happy child. She takes the dice, throws it onto the table and everyone observes it. It's next to your head, but far enough for you to see it. It keeps on rolling...and rolling...your breath stops. It is stopping with the 1 on top? It stops on the edge between 1 and 4, and for two, three seconds, it is resting there motionless...almost as if Asothé is still overthinking your fate.

Then it tilts to the wrong side. The 4 is on top, and the girls start cheering. The tall athletic one bends over your head, grins at you triumphantly and spits into your mouth.

She whets the knife, then with pure joy she hands it over to Anathea. Your pulse is rising into unknown heights. She puts the knife on your ballsack, you can feel how incredibly sharp it is. The tall one leans over and asks you with a smile: "Any last words as a man?" You can't think properly anymore. You hear yourself whining, crying, whimpering in a terribly high-pitched voice "Please don't!" You sound like a little crying girl, you think. "Please don't! Please don't!" I wanna be your ****! Please don't! I'm a virgiii-"

Splat.

You're not a man anymore. With one quick movement, she cut your testicles off, holding them in her hand like a trophy now; you just cry. All of this pain, this humiliation, this embarrassement...it's too much for you. You don't feel your balls anymore, your spermatic cord has been cut off. You realise your cock is rock hard and leaking semen- the last semen you will ever have produced. You won't have kids anymore, you won't have any sex ever from now on...you're now officially an eunuch. The girls mock you, the tall one takes your balls, licks them, smears them over your face. She laughs at you, and the worst thing is, you can't do anything but cry and whimper. The pain isn't getting better any second, and tears are falling down like a river. The tall girl smacks you in the face, harder and harder. The last thing you hear is: "Can I make him my ****?"

Then you faint.